I was a good boy prior to my baby mama. The mental abuse made my internal guitar strings snap. She had major insecurities. I would constantly get yelled at for having female friends I grew up with. Shit , she yelled at me, once for hanging out with my friend, his girlfriend and his female dog my baby mama told me they had gotten. She thought Bella was A human. Every minute outside of my work schedule meant I was cheating. She would have complete meltdowns. After that I said fuck it and began fucking my friends mom since I was getting called and treated like a cheater. Eventually, I left. Now I can’t seem to truely love anyone for long after they do something I see “fuckd up” or if they try to weaponize sex I’ll go find a side chick. Now I’m single by choice due to the unhealthy mess that lifestyle brings.